All characters in this story are over the age of 18. — The Rectory is an odd building, or so Lily considers upon approach. It looks rather like a white barn only with harsh black accents and a wrap-around porch, and it's large with too many rooms and too few windows. In fact, when juxtaposed with the elegant towers and stained-glass of the church behind he...
Everett put down the bloody device. He cleaned his hands with a dirty rag as he took a seat in an old aluminum folding chair. The dim light above him flickered. The creature tied to the chair in the center of the room wheezed and coughed. It resembled a young girl at times, a middle aged man at others. The more someone concentrated on the changeling, the les...
With my high school graduation about a month away, it was about time I started to learn myself, figure out who I really am. It all started innocently enough by offering my new neighbor down the block, help moving in. Where I was once fearful and insecure of what my future held, meeting Robert changed all that. I've always considered myself a skinny and small...
Overall, as far as New York City apartments go it wasn't a bad size; the apartment was 900 square feet, it was a pre-war and at some point in its 90-year history it had been modified from a two bedroom into a three-bedroom. This was manageable, but it made things a little tight. The clearest evidence of this was Peters room, which was the smallest and had on...
Note- Batman and other characters are owned by DC Comics not I. This is just a parody of those mentioned and is not written for monetary gain. I have tried to capture the kitsch of the sixties show which I adore. Dedicated to Adam and Yvonne as always. xxx A pleasant evening in Gotham City, but an evening that seems relatively quiet is no guarantee against...
Part Six: Anti-Bullying Initiatives "Wait, so... you're serious? I really have to...?" Abbie's look to me was pleading, to her social studies teacher, revulsed. "To let her teach you, yes. Is there a problem?" "You mean, other than her being my teacher and me not being gay?" "Are you my fantasy slut, or are you just here to get yourself off?" "Hey, don...
Spoiler Alert: The following is a work of pornographic fiction. It is shallow on story and steep on sex. It contains a lot of graphic, dirty sex between consenting individuals over the age of 18. It does not contain deep characterization, long narratives, or a complicated plot. It is recommended that the reader decide what they are in the mood for before pro...
Authors note: This is a continuation of my story, "Houseboy Blues". Most of the characters contained herein have appeared in my previous works. * The most telling observation, as it pertained to Koh, was that he no longer kept count of the number of women with whom he had intercourse. He either lost count or else no longer thought it important. A shy cherr...
"I can't talk about this right now. I need to get some rest. Ttyl." That was the last text Justin received from Ashley before he finally rolled over and tried to get to sleep. She was upset with him, and for good reason. Justin replayed the events in his head over and over again. He could not believe how his sixth orgasm of the day had been so powerful and...
Our expanded sex life took fold so quickly that it was only natural it would need to take a step back at some point. Going "all the way" with our neighbors had been a big step for us, but it didn't have some life-altering effect on us. It was extremely enjoyable, and we all wanted it to happen again. The urgency dissipated a little. Tori's cousin was getti...